I thought our problems were behind us. I didn’t think anything else could happen.
I was starting to feel at home in New York.
Stupid, stupid me.
On Thursday, labelled yet again, the hottest day of 2013 in New York City, we decided at noon to go out to get some food. The Amish market is about a hundred yards up the road and has good air conditioning, so it seemed like a fine idea.
Out we went. The steamy air on the street collapsed my lungs. When I breathed I couldn’t get the air all the way in, and found myself breathing short. A slime of sweat grew on my body and my mind drifted into a zone between normal and dazed. Luckily the trip was short. We loaded up with holiday goodies: a pastrami sandwich for PJ, salad, fresh orange juice, organic Monteray Jack cheese, cream for coffee, gourmet cookies… and headed back.
We got to the apartment and guess what? Our keys wouldn’t work on the apartment door. No matter how many times we tried both sets of keys, we couldn’t get in.
Back to the stupid part. I left my passport, phone and info papers all inside. We were just going out for a short trip (not much farther than the bathroom) and I didn’t even consider taking them. We even left the TV on and could hear it playing through the door. How could I be so stupid. I swear it’s a talent.
The Auzzie ladies came by and said hi. We took turns mumbling at, and fidgeting with, the lock. We used PJ’s cell to text, email and phone our faceless manager who once again ignored all messages of distress. All other contact numbers an info were on my phone in the apartment. Time passed. I contemplated my stupidity and every avenue of escape. We figured we might have to take a taxi to a far away part of Manhattan listed as the address for the apartment management company, but didn’t really want to because we suspected it was another drop spot. About an hour later another neighbor came by and suggested we talk to the Supe.
The Supe? We have a Supe?
Aren’t New Yorkers supposed to be cold and aloof? No time for others and all that crap. I’ve found them to be anything but.
PJ retrieved the superintendent from the third floor. An intriguing man with a stocky build, covered in dirt and sweat. He looked like a construction worker. I loved his sincere eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this,” he said. He tried his keys and shook his head. He tried our keys and shook his head some more. Then he went and got his tools.Gotta love a man with tools. He drilled into the offending lock but still couldn’t get the door to open. So he disappeared for more tools. He returned with a screw driver and within minutes we were in.
PJ asked him how much we should pay him, and he shrugged. “This is my home,” he said. “That’s why I do it.” We slipped him a twenty. “I’ll be back tomorrow with a new lock and charge the owner.” We smiled.
We’d been in the hot hallway for a couple of hours. I got a headache that wouldn’t quit. We were tired and hungry. But boy were we happy.
That’s the latest from our saga.
On a happier note. The second night we were here we went with Pat (her latest book was featured a couple weeks ago on this blog) to see The Phantom.
With thirty minutes left before the show, we ordered appetizers at The Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square (Bruschetta and Spring Rolls – yum).
Then we wandered around the corner to the Majestic theater for the show.
It was fantastic! I cried right through the opening as the chandelier came flying over the audience and the music boomed into the room. Oh my goodness. It was spectacular.
On the way back to the Hyatt we could’t get a cab. We hailed them all, but none stopped. Pat had the prettiest shoes on, but they cut into her feet and by the time we got back she had a whopper blister to help her remember the night. Pat later found out that there were fewer cabs on than usual because it was a Muslim holiday.
The photos below are PJs pics of Time Square.
0 Replies to “Call me Stupid in New York”
Stupid, no. You aren’t that. Heat can melt the mind.
Your lesson is that in fact New Yorkers are open-hearted people even though there are the nefarious rogues lurking. So far, you’ve risen to the challenges and have come out ahead.
Having traveled with you, you are a hoot and pleasure to be with. I’d go to NYC with you anytime.
And, OMG, Phantom of the Opera on Broadway! One thing off your bucket list!
Thanks for continuing to believe in me. lol. It’s been quite the ride.
It was great sharing the Nationals conference with you last year, and I hope we do it again.
Glad you are having fun. I guess the moral is, if you want smooth sailing, stay at the Hyatt. If you want to meet the super, do it your way.
Lol. I guess traveling is never smooth and part of the reason we do it is to experience the bumps, but I am looking forward to coming home. Thanks for stopping by and visiting.
Boy have you had the experiences on this trip, Jo-Ann. You gotta right this all up in a book. I’m so glad you found the people in NYC helpful and a Supe! How cool is that. We visted frequently when our daughter and her husband lived there. Your first picture made me smile.
However, I never had to deal with the heat you are, and Pat is right, the heat makes mush of our brains. Hope the rest of the time is smooht sailing, though your stories of the disastors are hysterical. Take care. (Not taking time to fix spellings.) 🙂
Thanks for hanging out with me through it all.
I sure hope you took the time to thoroughly enjoy your launch day. How specials is that!
I hope you got your new locks put in! And you got to see Phantom!! What a thrill.
Thanks for bringing your adventures to life, Jo-Ann. 🙂
So far no new locks and no Supe. I give up on expectations when it comes to NYC.
But oh what a thrill it has all been.
Thanks for sticking with me through it all. What a friend.
New Yorkers rock! 2 took me under their wing when the metro to the airport got rerouted!
You lost? lol I wish we could have been here at the same time.
I agree New Yorkers do rock.